#misc cozy comforts

[misc-obeyme]

hellooo i’m here for your event !!

is it okay to request mammon headcanons for hurt with comfort? ik you already have a request for him so :’)

just something like he’s insecure about if mc loves him or not (maybe they spent the day with another brother) so mc comforts him :D ofc if you have your own ideas that’s great too ^^

have a great day <33

Hello there!!

I really don't mind writing multiple things for the same character! It's usually just the prompts I don't want to repeat lol. Anyway, I did use the idea that MC spent time with someone else - in this case I decided to have it be Lucifer specifically. Hopefully it turned out okay!

Thank you for participating!

COZY COMFORTS EVENT

GN!MC x Mammon

Warnings: uh just jealous Mammon lol

Mammon tries to convince himself he isn't jealous when he sees you with one of his brothers. He's able to push it down most of the time, knowing that you see his little brothers as family. They mean as much to you as they do to him. Watching you be there for them only causes a slight twinge of that feeling and he finds it's easy to overlook it. But things are a little different when it comes to his older brother.

Lucifer is the responsible, upstanding demon that Mammon could never be. Whenever you're with Lucifer, Mammon can't think clearly. He can't stop imagining you falling in love with his more competent brother. He sees you being impressed, as you should be, with everything that Lucifer is and can do. He sees you realizing you'd be better off with a demon like Lucifer.

The worst part is that he can't argue with that. He knows it's true. Deep down, he knows he's not good enough for you. Lucifer can be everything you need, everything he can't be. And it makes him crazy knowing that no matter what he does, he just can't compare.

And it isn't just that he feels that inadequacy. It's also that he's seen you with Lucifer. The way you smile at him, the way your eyes go soft… you look at Lucifer the way Mammon wants you to look at him. And when that happens, he starts to wonder. He wonders if you really love him after all. Is he even lovable to begin with? Out of all his brothers, why would you ever choose him? Especially when Lucifer is right there being perfect and handsome and everything anyone could ever want?

Mammon tries not to let you see how he's feeling. He keeps his distance, pretending you aren't spending the day with his brother, pretending that seeing you together doesn't make his gut twist uncomfortably. He tries to act cool and calm. You can't know about the knots that are tangling up inside him.

When you find him later, he's keeping up the pretense. He thinks he's doing a good job until you call him out on it. You ask him what's wrong and he blushes immediately. He can't tell you! He can barely look at you. How embarrassing would it be to say that he was jealous of you spending time with Lucifer? To say that he's started to question your feelings because of it? To say that he's terrified that you'll slowly slip away only to settle instead into Lucifer's arms?

You may not know exactly what he's thinking and there is a slim chance that he'll actually tell you, but you know your demon well. He's so busy trying to pretend he's fine that he doesn't realize that you're onto him. He doesn't realize until you ask. And when you do, he's flustered because of course you could tell. He wasn't going to fool you. What made him think he could? He stutters out something about how there's nothing wrong, but you're not buying it.

You take his face in your hands to make him look at you. Your fingers are cool against his flushed skin, which only makes him blush harder. He doesn't want to face you, but he can't pull away. Your eyes gaze into his, clear and serene. There's a flutter inside him when he sees how you're looking at him. Like he's your universe. Like he's everything.

And it turns out he doesn't even have to say it. You've already figured it out. You tell him that he doesn't need to worry. That it doesn't matter how much time you spend with any of his other brothers. That he's the one you'll always come back to. He's the one you love. He's the one you'll shower with kisses. He's the one that makes you feel like you're home.

Mammon can't stop himself. He pulls you into his body because he has to feel you as close as possible. He needs to have you in his arms, needs to know you'll never leave him, needs to press you against his heart. Ya make him crazy, MC. Don't ya know how much he loves ya? You do. You always have. And then you can't say anything more because Mammon can't stop kissing you.

cozy comforts | masterlist | Thank you for reading!

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[musubiki]

oh you know just.....typical limochi activities.......

#the cat witchs guild #the misc adventures of mochi and lime #tcwg #tmaomal #mochi #lime #limochi #art #ocs #original #fluff #spice #years and years of magic comissions and m34th training gave him insane stamina #remember how limes quirk is that hes good at everything??????? yep #i dont know if this is mochi or limes room but it gives me comfort....the coziness of it... #hair so fluffy!!!! very grab-able #his haaaannddssss

[troublcmakcrs]

//i respect literally no one on tumblr except my mutuals on this blog specifically i'm so serious

#misc :: ( ooc ) #//I LOVE YOU ALL YOU MAKE THIS DASH SO COZY #//I NEVER GET SICK OF HANGING OUT HERE #//you know those people who are like. ''you can't write with my male canons if you don't write with my female ocs'' #//never understood them until now. so tempted to do that with this blog LMAO #//sorry you don't follow the south park blog so you get NO onceler and NO arcane! #//whenever i follow someone from all my blogs and they follow back every one but this one it immediately deletes my trust in them #//LIKE I HATE YOU I HAAAAATE YOU #//jk hate is maybe a strong word BUT I REALLY DON'T LIKE YOU A LOT #//i'm having a moment dw abt it #//half tempted to go on another blocking spree on the rest of my blogs DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT #//me @ my mutuals on other blogs: you can come back / get unblocked when you follow craig & tweek like you're supposed to #//jk (mostly) LMAO #//I JUST LOVE THESE LITTLE GUYS SM... ;; #//sometimes i doubt whether or not i'm actually autistic and then somebody refuses to engage with one of my special interests #//and i have such big intense violent emotions about it like okayyyy bitch calm down 😭 #//if you ghost me when i bring up my special interest or don't follow my special interest blog #//or tell me to my face (DMs) that you ~don't fuck with it~ then i don't like youuuu!! I DON'T LIKE YOU!! #//which is why everybody on this blog is safe and i am giving you the biggest gesture of affection you are personally comfortable with #//on the scale of respectful fist bump to tongue full in mouth you get to decide 🥰

[theworkshopmann]

Demolition Dreamin'

Careful now. You might just wanna snooze the whole day away in these comfortable & cozy cotten duds.

Type: Cosmetic/Misc

Class: Demoman

Paintable: Yes

Accepted in game: YES!

This cosmetic set was made by Steam users Psyke, Donhonk, Sky and Juniper. Posted on November 27th 2017, you can vote for this here!

#Demolition Dreamin' #Cosmetic #tf2 workshop #the workshop mann #tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 demoman #the demoman #red demoman #blu demoman #red demo #blu demo

[pascalpvnk]

february fic recs list

hello! welcome to the third installment of my end of the month fic recs posts, sorry it's late, my bad :') listed in no particular order, just as each fic was read! [once again, if your fic has found a cozy home on my tbr blog, don't fret! i will work through each one slowly but surely xx (divider by @saradika-graphics)

heed all warnings according to each fic. if there's something on here that isn't your cup of tea and you don't want to read it, then scroll past. thank you!

HOW TO SUPPORT PALESTINE // IMPORTANT FOR TLOU READERS & WRITERS

fic recs masterlist // main masterlist // most recent fic

a * denotes smut (18+ MDNI!!)

oneshots

Joel Miller

keep it squeaky* - @joelscruff (j.m. x f!reader) in a feud with her neighbor* [bonus scenes] - @proxima-writes (pre-outbreak!j.m. x f!reader) morning cardio* - @joeloverture (dbf!j.m. x f!reader) mornings like these* - @joelsgreys (post-outbreak!j.m. x f!reader) psyche and cupid* - @macfrog (jackson!j.m. x f!reader) jet stream* - @strang3lov3 (soft dom!j.m. x f!afab!reader) it''s your turn for choosing - @familyvideostevie (j.m. x reader) hard pill to swallow.* - @cerridwen007 (j.m. x f!reader) unbelievable* - @joelmillerisapunk (mechanic!j.m. x f!reader) fade in to you - @studioghibelli (j.m. x tommy's gf!reader) nobody's son, nobody's daughter. - @fragilefable (j.m x f!reader) tell me more - @endlessthxxghts (j.m. x f!afab!reader) wildflowers - @tightjeansjavi (j.m. x f!reader)

Frankie Morales

liquid gold* - @endlessthxxghts (f.m. x afab!reader) something right* - @sweetercalypso (f.m. x afab!reader) full* - @endlessthxxghts (f.m. x afab!reader) stupid cupid - @hellishjoel (best friend!f.m. x f!reader) comfortable* - @endlessthxxghts (f.m. x afab!reader) perfect fit* - @lowlights (f.m. x plus-size!f!reader) plus one - @always-andromeda (f.m. x f!reader) valentine's day* - @polaroidpascal (f.m. x f!reader)

Misc.

tres besos - @mrsmando (javier peña x f!reader) solo round* [dating start!] - @futureman (josh futturman x f!reader) keep it* - @jksprincess10 (marcus pike x f!reader)

series

hippies & cowboys* - @cowgurrrl (joel miller x art teacher!reader) ongoing the rite of movement* - @tightjeansjavi (husband!pornstar!joel miller x f!pornstar reader x pornstar!tommy miller) ongoing bark! bite! bleed! [part I*] [part II*] - @cherubispunk (fwb!frankie morales x afab!reader) ongoing

#pascalpvnk fic recs #my talented moots <3 #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #joel miller #frankie morales #javier peña #josh futturman #marcus pike

[afropearl]

fall scent profile series pt 1: cinnamon girl ☕️

description: freshly baked cinnamon rolls with icing, sweet, sugary goodness, the air of a coffee shop during rush hour 🍂

body wash ♡

these two body washes smell divine ! cinnamon chai (also cinnamon buns by philosophy) gives that perfect vibe for when the temperature and leaves change and we’re shifting into cozy comfort. cinnamon dolce is a literal treat and pairs perfectly with the next products *drumroll pls*

scrubs ♡

these two scrubs are perfect cinnamon-y contenders. cinnamon dolce keeps us more sweet while pumpkin spice latte (which i’m so happy they brought back this year) turns us to more a spicy and complex scent with its clove note

moisturizer ♡

now the fenty holiday butta drop is god tier okayyy! it literally smells like the cinnamon pretzels you smell while walking through mall and the shimmerrr. it’s such a cute touch and i feel so girly and cute and edible when i wear it lucky for y’all the tree hut sweet cream moisturizer they just came out with? total dupe ! smells the exact same with notes of vanilla bean, coconut cream and marshmallow fluff <3

perfumes & misc ♡

i have a perfume, body mist and deodorant here and i think these all capture that cinnamon girl aura! sol de janeiros 71 is like fall in a bottle! our weather hasn’t changed for the better so i’d recommend this for when it’s cooler outside (it is a fall scent after all) native’s oat milk latte deodorant has clove, chocolate and a splash of milk perfectly cozy, warm and sweet. finally, chai epice really lives up to her name. le gourmand says it best, “this fragrance will make you want to grab the perfect chai latte, a soft blanket, and spend a cozy night in” and the reviews also hail to its sweet and spicy scent :3

thank you all for reading, if you have any of these products or try them out in the future, let me know what you think of them ! 🍂🍮

#afropearl #coquette #girl blogging #black femininity #self care #beauty #shower routine #autumn aesthetic #tree hut #cinnamon girl #fall scents #perfume recommendations #body care #pumpkin spice #gourmand scents #sol de janeiro #cinnamon buns #rihanna fenty #fenty beauty #scent combos

[let-them-read-fics]

Dreamcatcher Reaction To Their S/O Backhugging Them

Pairing: Dreamcatcher x GN!Reader

Requested By: Anon

Warnings / Misc. -- Fluff

A/N: Hope you guys like this! Let me know what some of your favorite parts are :)

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Jiu

Instant smile

If you put your chin on her shoulder, she'll turn her head to the side and kiss your temple

But if she feels your cheek or forehead press against her back, she'll just giggle and tug you in closer

She's quick to check in with you

"Is everything alright, sweetheart?" 

If you tell her you need something in particular, she's off to get it before you can even finish your sentence

But if you just want to show her some love, she's more than happy to accept it

She usually laces her fingers with yours

Especially if she feels you mindlessly toying with the end of her shirt or the waistband of her pants

Sways with you a little

Hums / croons sometimes, knowing you enjoy it. The vibrations of the melody are always comforting to you, and hearing her sweet voice is the cherry on top

You hold her like she's the most fragile, precious thing in the entire world, and she absolutely adores it

Whispers sweet words of affection to you, basking in your presence

Sua

It happens so often that she's super used to it by now, but she still gets just as happy as she did that first time

She'll let you wrap her up in your arms and hold her close

Although it's basically her purpose in life to shower everyone else in affection 24/7, she really enjoys receiving it from you 

"You always know just what I need, jagi," she muses through a lopsided smile.

When you pepper her cheek or neck with kisses, still cradling her in your arms, she'll smile like an idiot and reach a hand around to touch your butt

Squeezes it just to get a reaction out of you

Other times she'll mess with you and go limp without warning, making you scramble to catch her and keep her off the ground 

But when she's feeling particularly soft, she'll just close her eyes and revel in your warmth 

No teasing, no tricks

Typically followed by a gentle sigh and a verbal reminder of how much she loves you

Stays like that for a while

Even if she's busy doing something, she doesn't want you to leave

Siyeon

She's already pretty clingy with you, but whenever you give her a back hug that goes up like a million percent

It instantly lifts her mood

Having you so close always comforts her

She'll tug your arms tighter around herself and hold them there, not letting you slip away anytime soon

Sometimes she ends up zoning out after securing your arms around herself, so you're basically just stuck until she snaps out of her daze

Plays with your hands 

Sings to you, more often than not

If she's cooking or preparing something, she'll offer you a bite of it over her shoulder

Such a cozy embrace, everytime

Has a little convo with you, typically asking about your day and how you're doing

Early morning back hugs are arguably the cutest of them all

It'll just be the two of you in the kitchen as hazy sunlight creeps its way into the room, little by little. Her voice is deeper and a little mumbly, uneven as sleep plays around its edges. But she never fails to ask you about your plans for the day (through a yawn) as she works on whipping up something for the two of you to eat

If you decide to take over the cooking, she's quick to trade positions and drag you into her arms

Her plump lips press to the back of your neck as she moves your hair out of the way, clearing a path for herself

"Have I told you lately how perfect you are?" She asks in between kisses, ensuring that her lips never stray too far from your skin. The sensation causes you to shiver, and you can feel her smile grow wider as a result.

Handong

Grins and stands up a little taller, more than happy to receive the affection from you

The contrast between her strong physique and your soft touch is just so….

😙🤌

She runs her hands along your arms and lolls her head back a little, settling it against yours

If she feels like you're upset, she'll be quick to check on you

Otherwise, if she can tell that you're just in need of some love, she'll pay you a compliment and hold you close

Super relaxing, tbh

You both just enjoy the peaceful aura that you create

But sometimes, in the name of rocking the boat and getting a reaction out of you, she decides to flex her muscles

And if she's wearing an oversized hoodie or shirt, she'll guide your hands beneath it and settle them on her abs

She's aware of just how much you love them, and hearing your quiet gasp of surprise (and awe) next to her ear never fails to make her chuckle

"You're so precious, Y/N/N," she grins, sensing the way your fingertips ghost across her skin as if they haven't touched it a million times before. "Is this what you really came here for?" She teases.

She always leaves you in a mess of both adoration and (gay) panic

Though, to be fair, you've caught her blushing pretty hard on more than one occasion 

So it restores your pride to know that she's just as affected by it as you are

Yoohyeon

Her body responds immediately, tbh

She sinks into your arms and relaxes against you, eager to feel you close

You're just so soft and warm… how could she ever turn you down?

If she's wearing a crop top and your hands come to settle across her exposed stomach, she'll blush a little and shy away

But secretly she loves it, because she can feel the subtle uptick of your heart beat

She typically holds your hands or intertwines her fingers with yours, urging you to stay as close as possible 

Don't expect to be freed anytime soon

Once you initiate a hug like that, she's basically a koala

Whines if you try to leave

But if you actually end up needing to go, she's definitely trotting after you like a puppy

If it's a serious matter that pulls you away, she'll pretty much wait on standby until you're free again and then pounce, now becoming the one giving you a back hug

But if you're only called away for something trivial, she'll wrap you in her arms, bury her face in your neck, and insist that you can complete the task with her staying just as she is

"You started this, jagi," she insists, kissing a path along your jaw. "Don't blame me."

Dami

Surprises her a little bit, and she turns slightly to see who's arms she's in

Once she realizes it's you, she relaxes 

She puts her hands over yours and holds them in place, silently telling you to stay put

She'll ask you how you're doing, and if there's anything you need or want

You usually mumble a quiet reply as you put your head on her shoulder, rubbing your cheek against the soft material of her shirt

She grins and tugs you a little closer, tightening her own grasp on you

"I've really missed you today, jagi. I'm happy to see you." She admits gently.

The domesticity of the act always warms your heart

She may not express her love for you physically all the time, but she never turns you down when you do

Because, to be honest, she enjoys your affection a lot

You're laid back and calm with her, and she definitely appreciates that 

Out of all the girls' reactions, hers is the most chill

The simple interaction expels any stress or worries that you have, and she can feel her own slipping away as well

Very very sweet and soft

You both cherish those moments

Gahyeon

The second that she feels your hands sliding around her torso, she lifts her arms a little bit to give you better access

A happy, wide smile plays on her lips as you draw her in close and press a kiss to her cheek

Nuzzles her face against yours

Stops whatever she's doing to focus on you

Puts her hands over yours and squeezes them

Whenever she's on her phone and you want attention, that's typically when you give her a back hug

And she's picked up on it

So sometimes she'll legit just pretend to scroll or do something on her phone to trick you into coming over

Teases you for being so predictable

"You know, if you want my attention that bad, all you have to do is ask."

You tickle her in retaliation, and she pouts and whines

When she turns in your arms to scold you, you're quick to soothe things over with a kiss

Her eyes stay closed as you pull away, and a smile works its way onto your face as she presses her lips together, chasing after the memory of your kiss

Once she decides to look at you again, her eyes narrow

She pokes your cheek as a silent warning before stepping forward and wrapping her arms around your neck

You pull her in by the waist and lift her up slightly, just enough to twirl her around

A few kisses later and she's back to her normal smiley self

#dreamcatcher #dreamcatcher kpop #dreamcatcher x reader #kpop gg #female idol #dreamcatcher fluff #dreamcatcher reaction #dreamcatcher oneshots #dreamcatcher imagines #dreamcatcher scenarios #dreamcatcher headcanons #kpop fluff #jiu #jiu x reader #sua #sua x reader #siyeon #siyeon x reader #handong #handong x reader #yoohyeon #yoohyeon x reader #dami #dami x reader #gahyeon #gahyeon x reader #let-them-read-fics #lee yubin #lee gahyeon #kim bora

[oceansprompts]

marvel's midnight suns | misc quotes 1

I will not be howling at the moon any time soon.

Have to say, for a haunted Transian Castle raised on the cursed grounds of Old Salem it's pretty cozy.

I really should up my homeowner's insurance.

You smell... wrong.

You know what they say. All work and no play... is how we ended up with Ultron.

We invented stealth.

I don't actually care, but they need to stop moping. So. Can they play with your dog?

Admit what? That I feel a sense of admiration and respect for a fellow teammate?

Yeah, I didn't figure someone so great and powerful would be into a book club.

You're hung up on the were-roosters... Alright, let's hear what you got.

Is this visit business or pleasure?

How’s your mental health? A good portion of this “darkness hunting” game is mental health and processing intense situations.

But, hell on Earth isn’t a garden stroll.

I’ve spent decades experimenting and putting it together. Any of ’em interest you?

I’m telling you. I don’t know what’s coming next, but I do know when the shit hits the fan with Chthon...

You’re acting like I did it for fun...

Comfortable? I’ll never be comfortable around that monster. . .

You’re turning out to be one of my favorite people. . .

Why do you think? They take vicious killers and present them as tragic and misunderstood.

It’s just... Off, somehow. I swear, the moonlight on a clear evening is too dim for this time of year...

Was your first thought about killing me?

What I’m asking is, if I lost control, would you stop me?

Let’s talk about how your mother just turned one of my best friends against us.

These people look to me for guidance, but it feels like I’m stumbling around in the dark.

Just the fact that you are willing to learn means you’re on the right track.

So how do I tell him I’m totally cool with being best pals without scaring him off...

It wouldn’t take many guards to secure the building. So the question is: What else are they doing in there?

It’s not big enough to swim laps. Its only real purpose is for lounging and soaking up the sun.

It figures she’d send you. Did she tell you I want nothing to do with it? Because I still don’t.

Every time I think I’ve got my mind wrapped around this conflict, I get thrown a curveball.

But right now? I want to let you know how proud I am to be serving alongside you and watching your leadership.

Maybe this is what we’re supposed to be doing, fighting an endless war.

What do you make of our chances to get out of this mess in one piece?

That’s an easy question with a complex answer. Tell me this–what type of leader would you follow?

I always did what I thought was right. No more, no less.

Well, not so much fish as that ginormous, invulnerable sewer monster that swallowed the Sanctum.

I’m told I can be rather persuasive when I need to be.

It’s all just starting to blur into one big giant green gamma mess…

I’m having it right now and-wait. I think… oh no. Did I feed my cat before I left?

Would you have been able to take the shot? Because I don’t think I could’ve.

I’m going to be up all night trying to make sense of it, see if it helps us find our way back into the Sanctum.

But the more I see him in action, the more I think he might be an okay dude.

I’m telling you if I have to spend one more hour scanning digital maps…

All you have to do is be ready to fight for what you care about when the time comes.

Yeah, I know. Nasty artifacts like that aren’t known for their safety features…

I have to admit, I don’t think you’d be such a formidable poker player. Yet another reason to respect you.

This is the life, licking it with the legendary Hero, and kicking said legendary Hero’s ass at a fighting game.

Believe it or not, I don’t have a lot peeps I can call friends, not close ones at least.

I feel like you get how just how heavy all that extra baggage…

Sadly, the sense of wonder eventually wears off like most things.

… Sorry if I’m ruining any romantic notions of space travel.

I’m not just my powers. Sometimes I like to take it slow…

I’ve tried blindfolds, facing away from the board, and one-finger throws. Perfect score, every time.

The forbidden nap, if you will. Mercenary work is a grab bag of awful stuff…

Because looking at it made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

I can play nice all day when we’re out there kicking bad guy booty…

Uh, haven’t you listened to anything I’ve said? Money!

I forgot. You aren’t as self-aware as I am…

Well, your friends have been avoiding me like the plague…

He waved goodbye and peaced out to live a life of solitude…

#roleplay memes #rp sentence meme #sentence meme #sentence starters #roleplay

[sitp-recs]

Hello Liv, hope you are well ❤️ Thank you for the amazing work you do, I am so glad I started following you.

I am struggling a bit at the moment, and was wondering if you had some cozy drarry to recommend? Could be hurt/comfort or anything else, but preferably not to explicit. If you know of some where either of them is dealing with figuring out they are asexual that would be great, but I haven't really found many fics with this before, so no worries if you don't.

Again thank you so much for all that you do, I really appreciate it ❣️

Hello darling, I’m sorry to hear it’s been a rough time for you 🫂 here are some of my favourite comfort fics that I’m always revisiting to lift my spirits. All of them are T-rated, except for Nice Things (M). I hope they help! Take care 💜

Ace Drarry:

Glowing by @cavendishbutterfly (10k)

Harry's lived alone and vampiric in his cottage for ages, until a long-lived Draco Malfoy suddenly shows up to answer an advertisement Harry had practically forgotten he'd put in the Prophet.

Passion Cake by @icmezzo (19k)

It’s all about desire. (Harry orders a magically enhanced cake from a chic London bakery, and from there it all goes to hell in a cake tin. Also, will someone please tell Harry what Passion Cake is?)

Little Deaths and How to Avoid Them (or Draco Malfoy's Guide to Stop Dying and Start Living Instead) by nerakrose and dustmouth (96k)

Malfoy is way too interested in coroner reports for somebody who's definitely not looking for ways to die, Harry wants to be friends with him, and Ginny wants to break up with Harry.

Misc:

Waiting for that Feeling by @sorrybutblog (4k)

Draco Malfoy has a car and Harry Potter is on the case! Featuring Muggle car repair, a road trip to Cornwall, and falling in love in a Ford Fiesta.

Thermodynamic Equilibrium by @dorthyanndrarry (5k)

Harry's far too hot. Draco's always cold. And somehow against all odds, together they create a perfect equilibrium.

Life goes not backward by @shealwaysreads (9k)

Harry still isn’t used to gifts, but this one is different. A story of coming home, finding safe ground, and the wild courage of putting down roots.

warmest part of the winter (orphaned, 11k)

It’s not even a balcony, it’s just a window with a bit of a ledge, and Draco’s read Shakespeare anyway, he knows how this one ends.

How We Throw Our Shadows Down by thistle_verse (14k)

Draco has finally found the perfect, rare piece to complete his collection. The only problem is that the item belongs to Harry Potter, the last wizard on earth Draco wants to ask another favour from.

The Snitch-Maker by Omi_Ohmy (21k)

Draco is content with his Snitches, with the tap tap tap of his hammer, and the tiny gears and sharp scent of metal in his workshop - until one day Harry Potter appears, asking for help to solve a rash of Snitch-tampering in the Quidditch world.

With Great Yawns and Stretchings by sugar_screw (22k)

The coffee is very good. Really. And the cats are so cute. That's why Harry goes so often.

Nice Things by aideomai (M, 22k)

The first thing that happened was Theodore Nott came back from France.

Doing the Lambeth Walk by @blamebrampton (26k)

There are only three traditional choices for the cashed-up hero after victory. Harry Potter is too young to settle down and provide the wizarding world with a happy ending, and has too acute a sense of humour to spiral downwards into a spectacular flame-out. That leaves a life of good works.

Follow the Water by @xanthippe74 (38k)

Harry Potter’s life is fine. Maybe a little dull and predictable, but he shouldn’t complain about that, right? When he unexpectedly finds himself at Luna’s house one afternoon, Harry gets invited to join the secret wonderland that she’s creating with a surprising group of friends.

Like Lightning at Your Fingertips by potterwatch (43k)

The problem with living with another insomniac is, eventually, they find out you’re one, too. When Harry and Draco return for their eighth year, they think they’ll see very little of each other. Then McGonagall assigns them to room together. And the castle starts breaking. And there’s that thing with Potter’s magic.

A Room Up There (And You In It) by @the-starryknight (59k)

When Preservationist Draco Malfoy was assigned to work on Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, he was excited to delve into the gorgeous Black family antiques. His excitement quickly ended when something in the House decided it did not like his presence one bit.

Art:

Going Postal by dustmouth

So Draco and Harry sort of maybe have a bit of a thing going. Which is all fine and good, but would probably be more effective if they managed to be on the same continent for more than five minutes at a time.

#asks #anon #Drarry reclist #comfort reads #ace drarry

[merlot-meows]

“Prrow?”

Rules!

No NSFW/Inappropriate things.

Pro-shippers, incest shippers, homophobes, racism, ableism, any of the likes, do not interact with me, you will be blocked.

Everything out of character will be tagged with “ooc” so if you wish to experience a full in character experience, please block that tag.

Mod does have a real life~ including a sleep schedule surprisingly, so please be patient when it comes to asks! If it has taken me more then a day to respond, you may resend it.

Swearing to a minimum, please.

Please don’t dm me! Unless it’s important!

Care to send hate? Don’t waste your time! Just gonna ignore and delete it.

MISC!

Dance here 🕺🕺

Merlot is a kitten, a minor, although he can shapeshift, he has an itty baby mindset of chaos. Also some of his actions are based on my irl cats actions (yes he is a black cat. He’s an orange cat in a black cats body /hj ) A drawing has been placed below the tags of what I think he looks like :3

Tags

🐈‍⬛ Merlot meows ~ Merlot interactions/posts/etc!

🐾 Trouble awaits ~ Solo posts! Starters/Rambles/etc

🔥 Toasty Papa ~ Diluc!

🔸 Cozy Comfort ~ Zhongli✨

🐉 Little cozy ~ Huali!

🐈 Little adventurer ~ ?’s interactions/posts/etc

Everyone will be tagged! And this list may change accordingly

hehehe

He is a black lil ol’ void cat but I made him look brown-ish because the outlines were brown-ish and I want them to be seen,,,

#🐈‍⬛ merlot meows #🐾 trouble awaits #🔸 cozy comfort #🔥 toasty papa #🐈 little adventurer #🐉 little cozy

[misc-obeyme]

Hi cc💕 could I request some mammon fluff headcanons 🥺🥺

Hi there, anon!

Of course you can, my friend. I'm sorry it took so long! But I actually feel like this turned out pretty okay? It's definitely fluffy at any rate. And what can I say, I love Mammon. I still don't know what it is about him.

Thank you for participating!

COZY COMFORTS EVENT

GN!MC x Mammon

Warnings: none

Everyone knows that Mammon is down bad for you. Even though he tries to play it off, he can't truly hide it from anyone. He will bluster and try to maintain his cool guy persona, but the reality is that no one is fooled. And the minute you're alone with him, it's like he becomes a different demon.

Mammon is a troublemaker, but he's also fun. When you first meet him, he's always scheming to find ways to make some fast Grimm. But as time goes on, he starts scheming about the best ways to make you smile. He comes up with some elaborate date ideas, taking you places that he thinks will impress you, constantly trying to outdo himself.

Despite this, he also enjoys a simple hang out. He'll take you in his car and just drive around the Devildom. He surprises you by stopping somewhere remote with a beautiful view of the city and the stars. Any time he wants you to himself, away from the chaos of his brothers, he asks if you want to go for a spin. You know this eventually leads to steamy make out sessions on the car hood because Mammon has a hard time keeping his hands to himself.

He's overprotective sometimes, but it makes you feel safe so you don't mind. If he ever feels like you're threatened in any way, he will immediately get between you and whatever the danger is. You have to talk him down occasionally, when a perceived insult from someone makes him start throwing punches.

Mammon likes to touch you. He needs the physical reassurance of your presence. He's always seeking out your hand or putting his arm around your shoulders. Even just sitting close to you is enough, your legs pressed together. If he can have his arms around you, he will. In quiet moments, when you're alone, he'll hold you as close as he can. He'll bury his face in your neck, taking in the feel of you, his grip almost desperate like he won't survive if he ever lets go.

It's at those times when he also finds he can't stop the words from tumbling out of his mouth. Words that he would never say where anyone else could hear. Words that he's kept bottled up for too long. Words that when he finally says them, he realizes he needs you to hear them. You listen and it's like stream of consciousness, almost incoherent, but there's no question that every word is about how much he loves you. About how important you are to him. About how he can't stand being apart from you.

He might even apologize. He knows it's his greed that makes him like this, too needy, too clingy, only wanting more. More of your time, more of your attention, more of your touch and your words and your soul - more of you. He might need your reassurance. Please, MC. Please tell him that ya don't mind. You hafta understand what ya do to him.

You do understand. You tell him as much, as often as he needs to hear it. You hold him close when he wants your touch. You stay beside him when he wants your time. You always answer when he calls you, always focus on him when he's with you. It turns out you've fallen just as hard for him as he has for you. Both of you are so lost in each other it starts to feel like nobody else even exists.

In those rare moments when you are apart, you can almost feel that red string of fate tying you together. When you enter a room that he's in, your eyes find him before anything else. And he's always looking right back at you, a bright grin on his face. When you're thinking of him, your D.D.D. will ding with a message where he's just saying hi. When you're in the human world, it feels like the universe is conspiring to bring the two of you back together.

Mammon will take you to parties and buy you expensive gifts that he worked hard to earn the Grimm for. He will make you feel like you've won the jackpot every day of your life. His favorite thing is to hear you laugh and to laugh with you.

He doesn't bother to think about how human you are. He has told you simply that he just wants to love you while you're still with him. Don't worry about the future. Not when he can have you right here, right now, safe in his arms.

cozy comforts | masterlist | Thank you for reading!

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #omnb #omswd #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me fanfic #om headcanons #obey me fluff #obey me x reader #obey me mammon #om mammon #obey me mammon x reader #om mammon x reader #obey me mammon x mc #om mammon x mc #misc cozy comforts #misc writes

[poop-diddy-scoop]

90’s bowie (was thinking maybe hours era?) asks you to pose nude for a painting. he is, of course, a gentleman, but things escalate a bit after a wine and cigarette break

david bowie x reader - chiaroscuro

a/n: i actually love y'all you are all my elite employees

The dimly lit studio was a haven of creativity, with paint-splattered canvases leaning against the walls and the faint smell of turpentine lingering in the air. David Bowie stood before an easel, his piercing gaze focused intently on the half-finished painting in front of him. His fingers, adorned with rings that caught the light in mesmerizing patterns, delicately swirled a brush loaded with vibrant hues of blue and crimson.

You, on the other hand, reclined on a plush chaise longue, draped in a silken robe that clung to your curves like a lover's caress. Your presence exuded an air of confidence, a testament to years spent in front of the lens and the brush alike. Modeling was your craft, your livelihood, and you wore it with the ease of someone who had mastered their art.

David glanced over his shoulder, his mismatched eyes alight with a spark of anticipation as they met yours. "I hope you don't mind me saying, darling, but you have the most exquisite form. It's positively begging to be immortalized on canvas."

A playful smirk tugged at the corners of your lips as you arched an eyebrow. "Flattery will get you everywhere, Mr. Bowie. But I must admit, I'm not entirely surprised by your request. After all, it's not every day that a rock icon asks you to disrobe for a painting."

He chuckled, a melodic sound that seemed to dance through the air like a forgotten melody. "I assure you, it's purely professional. I'm working on a new series, exploring the juxtaposition of beauty and vulnerability. And who better to embody that dichotomy than you?"

You feigned a thoughtful expression, tapping a finger against your chin in mock contemplation. "Well, when you put it like that, how could I possibly refuse? Consider me your muse, Mr. Bowie."

With a flourish, you shed the robe, allowing it to pool at your feet in a cascade of silk. David's eyes widened imperceptibly at the sight before him, his lips parting in silent awe. But there was a reverence in his gaze, a respect for the human form that transcended mere physicality.

As you settled into your pose, limbs arranged in a graceful tableau of curves and angles, David set to work with a quiet intensity. The rhythmic scrape of the brush against canvas filled the room, punctuated by the occasional murmur of approval or dissatisfaction from the artist.

Hours slipped by in a haze of creative fervor, each stroke of the brush imbuing the painting with a sense of life and vitality. And through it all, you remained the steadfast muse, unyielding in your commitment to the artistry unfolding before you.

But as the sun dipped below the horizon and the shadows lengthened, David called for a pause, setting aside his brushes with a weary sigh. "I think we've made excellent progress today, don't you?"

You nodded in agreement, stretching languidly as you rose from the chaise longue. "Absolutely. I can't wait to see the finished piece. Though I must admit, I could use a break. Care to join me for a glass of wine?"

David's eyes brightened at the suggestion, a playful smile gracing his lips. "I thought you'd never ask, darling. Lead the way."

The two of you retreated to a cozy sitting area nestled in the corner of the studio, where a bottle of wine awaited with two crystal glasses glinting in the soft lamplight. David poured with practiced precision, the ruby-red liquid swirling hypnotically in the glass.

As you settled into the cushions, a comfortable silence descended between you, broken only by the occasional clink of glass and the crackle of a cigarette being lit. The air was thick with anticipation, charged with a palpable energy that seemed to thrum beneath the surface.

It was then that David spoke, his voice low and velvety with a hint of mischief. "You know, darling, there's something I've been meaning to ask you."

You raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence as you took a sip of wine. "Oh? And what might that be, Mr. Bowie?"

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered, "Would you be opposed to a more... intimate collaboration?"

A shiver raced down your spine at the suggestion, your heart quickening in your chest. But there was a fire in David's eyes, a hunger that mirrored your own, and you found yourself unable to resist the pull of his magnetic presence.

With a coy smile, you set down your glass, reaching out to trace the contours of his face with trembling fingers. "I think that can be arranged, Mr. Bowie. After all, art knows no boundaries, does it?"

As David suggested returning to the painting, you obliged, slipping back into your pose with practiced ease. The atmosphere shifted slightly, the air tinged with a hint of anticipation as David's gaze lingered on you, his thoughts undoubtedly lingering on the momentary diversion you had shared.

With a gentle clearing of his throat, David redirected his focus to the canvas, his movements fluid as he resumed his work. But the tension lingered, a palpable undercurrent that pulsed between you, threatening to ignite once more with the slightest spark.

Hours slipped by in a blur of artistic fervor, the brushstrokes flowing effortlessly from David's hand as he brought the painting to life before your eyes. And as the final touches were added, a sense of satisfaction settled over the studio, a tangible reminder of the creative synergy you shared.

With a comical hurrah, David set his brushes aside, stepping back to admire his handiwork with a satisfied grin. "I think I'll call this one Chiaroscuro," he declared, a twinkle of mischief dancing in his mismatched eyes.

You laughed in agreement, the sound ringing out like a symphony in the dimly lit studio. With a playful swish of your robe, you made your way over to David's side, admiring the painting with a critical eye.

"It's brilliant," you remarked, tracing a finger along the contours of the canvas. "You've truly captured the essence of light and shadow."

David beamed at the praise, a flush of pride coloring his cheeks as he turned to face you. "Thank you, darling. But I must admit, you were the true inspiration behind it all."

You smiled, a warmth spreading through you at his words. "Well, it takes two to tango, doesn't it? And you, Mr. Bowie, are an excellent dance partner."

As you settled back onto the cushions, David joined you, the warmth of his presence a comforting anchor in the sea of creativity that surrounded you. And as the minutes stretched into hours, you found yourselves lost in conversation, the words flowing effortlessly between you.

At length, you found yourself unable to resist the urge to compliment him profusely, your words tumbling out in a torrent of admiration. "You're incredibly attractive, David. From the wisdom in your eyes to the deft touch of your hands, there's something undeniably alluring about you."

David's cheeks flushed pink at the praise, his gaze dropping bashfully to his lap. "Oh, stop it, you're making me blush," he chuckled, a hint of self-consciousness coloring his words.

But you pressed on, determined to express the depth of your admiration. "And your hair," you continued, reaching out to tuck a stray lock behind his ear. "It's positively iconic. I've always been a sucker for a man with long hair."

A playful smile tugged at the corners of David's lips as he leaned into your touch, a spark of mischief dancing in his eyes. "I must admit, it's taken on a life of its own over the years. But I'm rather fond of it, if I do say so myself."

The air crackled with tension as the words hung between you, a silent invitation lingering in the space between heartbeats. 

David's hand found yours, fingers intertwining in a silent promise, "I feel like a sleazy old man next to you” he starts with a laugh, “but you're very attractive there's no denying that, love".

A soft chuckle escaped your lips at David's self-deprecating remark, a playful glint dancing in your eyes as you leaned closer to him. "Oh, come now, David. You're hardly sleazy. And besides, a little bit of flattery never hurt anyone."

David's cheeks flushed pink at your words, his gaze dropping momentarily before meeting yours once more. "I suppose you're right," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "But it's impossible to deny the truth, isn't it? You're undeniably attractive."

You nodded along with a teasing smile, your fingers trailing lightly along his thigh as you moved closer to him. The heat of his skin seared through the fabric of his trousers, sending a shiver of anticipation racing down your spine.

"Yeah?" you prompted, your voice barely more than a breathless whisper.

David's breath hitched in his throat, his eyes darkening with desire as he met your gaze. "Hm?" he replied, his voice husky with longing. "Oh, really."

A charged silence hung between you, thick with unspoken desire as the world seemed to narrow down to just the two of you. 

"I've always been drawn to your eyes," David confessed, his voice a mere whisper against the backdrop of the studio. "There's something about them that's utterly captivating."

You smiled, a soft blush blooming across your cheeks as you met his gaze. "Is that so?" you replied, your tone playful yet tinged with vulnerability.

David nodded, his thumb tracing gentle circles against the back of your hand. "Absolutely," he murmured, his eyes never leaving yours. "They're like windows to your soul, drawing me in with their depth and intensity."

As the robe fell open, pooling at your feet, David's eyes widened in awe at the sight before him. His breath caught in his throat as you moved closer, your hands deftly undoing his belt with a confidence that sent a shiver of anticipation racing down his spine.

He watched in rapt fascination as you stroked him into hardness, his breath coming in shallow gasps as desire surged through him. And when you straddled him, sinking down onto his length with a slow, deliberate motion, a guttural moan escaped his lips, raw with need.

"God, you're so tight and warm—" David began, his words cut off by a sharp intake of breath as you clenched around him, your walls pulsing with a rhythm that threatened to drive him to the brink of madness.

You smiled at the reaction, a knowing glint in your eyes as you began to move, your hips rocking in a slow, sensual rhythm that set his blood on fire. Each movement sent waves of pleasure coursing through him, building to an exquisite crescendo that threatened to consume him whole.

David's hands found purchase on your hips, his grip tight with need as he urged you on with a wordless plea. His eyes were dark with desire, pupils blown wide with a hunger that mirrored your own.

"More," he pleaded, his voice a hoarse whisper against the backdrop of the studio. "Please, love, more."

You complied with his request, increasing the pace of your movements as you rode him with a fervor that bordered on desperation. And with each thrust, David's moans grew louder, echoing off the walls of the studio in a symphony of pleasure.

"Ah, yes," he groaned, his voice thick with desire. "Just like that, darling. Don't stop."

As the intensity of your lovemaking reached its peak, a primal urgency washed over you both, driving you closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. With each thrust and each gasp, the world around you faded into oblivion, leaving only the two of you entwined in a symphony of passion.

And then, with a shared cry of release, you came together, your bodies trembling in the throes of pleasure as waves of bliss washed over you. David's arms wrapped around you, holding you close as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he whispered words of love and adoration.

"Oh, darling," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "You're incredible, yes you are."

You clung to him, your heart overflowing with emotion as you basked in the afterglow of your shared passion. His touch was gentle and comforting, his hands tracing soothing patterns along your back as he pressed kisses to your shoulder in a tender display of affection.

"You make me feel so alive," he whispered, his words a vow of devotion as he held you close. "As if I were freshly 30 again."

You smiled, your heart swelling with love as you returned his embrace, savouring the closeness you shared. "Touche," you replied, your voice soft with exhaustion. 

"I could stay like this for a while, no?."

#david bowie smut #david bowie x reader #david bowie fanfic #david bowie 90s

[insert-cephalopod-joke]

He’s here!

More details + sketch under

Relationships-

Off The Hook

Gave him an umbrella after finding him slowly becoming an angry puddle. Marina, feeling sympathetic, let him stay at her and Pearl’s place until he could find his own place and have a stable job. They.. couldn’t leave Milo home alone without him deep cleaning the entire house.

When asked why he left the army, he mentioned two things:

1. The music not being that great

2. “That agent guy”

Squid Sisters

Was frozen in awe for a solid ten minutes when they came to visit Off The Hook. After snapping out of it—and Marina explaining Milo was harmless— he asked if they knew “that agent guy,” to which they promptly showed him a series of unflattering pictures of said guy.

Agent 3/Captain/Hyousuke

Before Milo’s daring escape, they met a few times when Hyou was on missions. Milo never attacked, just stood there and watched Hyou go about his business. They had a strange, unspoken-but-impeccably-strong bond. Hyou even gave Milo his lunch a few times not expecting anything in return, but instead won Milo’s undying loyalty.

No matter the universe, he appreciates a good meal.

Anyway.

After Milo’s escape and their eventual reunion, there was a nice, warm hug. And then a solid year of more unspoken tension.

Capn’ Cuttlefish

Tried to take his Comfort Item (the shades) off of him once.

Milo has yet to forgive.

Agent 4/Liam

Was a little jealous at first since in this timeline Liam had more time to get to know Hyou, though this was extremely short lived. Milo almost fought him to the death one time before learning last second that Liam was just a weird guy going through some personal stuff. They became good friends after that.

Neo Agent 3/Beatrix

The same as in “canon,” except when Bea calls him a dome-dweller he gets very angry.

Probably have a stronger friendship though with their more similar personalities.

More Misc. Notes

Hates apricots instead of lemons

Loves cuddles. Like. LOVES cuddles.

Big fan of slow, calming music

Left hand has spasms or loses it’s grip sometimes

Can’t pass by Octavio without getting the strong urge to fight him

Calls Hyou “Hero” instead of “Uke”

Hat Time is replaced with swim-form face attacks

Wears punk like clothes when out, then cozy plain tees and patterned pants when home

He got his name the same way he does in “canon”

Coming Soon:

The other agents + their redesigns sketch

&

Au Poll part 2

#splatoon #splatoon 3 #agent 8 #au #alternate universe #made too many writey bits #whoops #oc: Milo

[pascalpvnk]

december & january fic recs list

hello! welcome to the second installment of my end of the month(ish) fic recs posts :) listed in no particular order, just as each fic was read! [once again, if your fic has found a cozy home on my tbr blog, don't fret! i will work through each one slowly but surely xx (divider by @saradika-graphics)

important post regarding TLOU + Neil Druckmann’s Zionism!!

heed all warnings according to each fic. if there's something on here that isn't your cup of tea and you don't want to read it, then scroll past. thank you!

fic rec masterlist // main masterlist

a * denotes smut (18+ MDNI!!)

drabbles

untitled [joel cares for you when you're ill] - @undercoverpena (soft!joel miller x reader) snooze - @tightjeansjavi (joel miller x f!reader) untitled [first date arm appreciation] - @softlyspector (joel miller x f!reader)

oneshots

Joel Miller

sweet thing* - @honeyedmiller (jackson!joel x sunshine!f!reader) study days with joel* - @bearsbeetsbeskar (joel miller x f!reader) joel nye, the science guy* - @endlessthxxghts (joel miller x afab!reader) love shack - @pascalispretty (joel miller x gn!reader) do you like it here?* - @/endlessthxxghts (joel miller x afab!reader) a burning desire - @/honeyedmiller (firefighter!joel miller x f!reader) hiraeth* - @/honeyedmiller (dbf!joel miller x f!reader) ripe* - @hier--soir (preoutbreak!joel miller x f!reader) teacher's pet* - @javiscigarette (joel miller x virgin!f!reader) the way he was - @cavillscurls (joel miller x reader) a lesson in condom sense* - @joeloverture (dbf!joel miller x f!reader) softness - @joelsgreys (post outbreak!joel miller x f!reader) texas hold 'em* - @sweetercalypso (joel miller x f!reader) yellow bird* [from whiskey sour universe] - @kiwisbell (joel miller x f!reader) sick days with joel miller - @/bearsbeetsbeskar (joel miller x f!reader) caught the bug - @mrsmando (joel miller x f!reader) warm me up* - @/tightjeansjavi (game!joel miller x f!reader) your heart, a sonnet - @kedsandtubesocks (author!joel miller x f!reader) will you show me?* - @eupheme (no-outbreak!joel x f!reader, joel x reader x tess) untitled request [body insecurity comfort] - @forever-rogue (joel miller x f!reader) like nothing matters* - @sp00kymulderr (joel miller x afab!reader) yours and mine, mine and yours - @morallyinept (no-outbreak!joel miller x pregnant!afab!reader) untitled* [body worship] - @/softlyspector (joel miller x afab!reader)

Frankie Morales

sweet treat [part I // part II] - @/mrsmando (sweet!frankie morales x f!plus-size!reader) worship* - @/tightjeansjavi (frankie morales x f!reader) birthday girl* - @ilovepedro (frankie morales x plus-size!latina!f!reader) pickup truck* - @luxurychristmaspudding (frankie morales x f!reader) end up here* - @inthe-dark-tonight (frankie morales x f!reader) hungry* - @/endlessthxxghts (frankie morales x f!reader) stalemate* - @joelscurls (frankie morales x f!reader)

Javier Peña

use me* - @palioom (javier peña x f!reader) knead - @/tightjeansjavi (javier peña x f!reader) nights are so starry, blood moonlit* - @janaispunk (javier peña x f!reader)

Misc.

blue jean baby* - @fettuccin-e (agent whiskey x afab!fem!reader) peeta mellark: your loser boyfriend* - @zombatss (peeta mellark x afab!reader) more than friends* - @gracieheartspedro (best friend!ellie williams x f!reader) let me be needed* - @/luxurychristmaspudding (din djarin x f!sex worker!reader)

series

i know it when i see it* [part six*] - @bageldaddy (pornstar!joel miller x fem!reader) catfish* - @/tightjeansjavi (fisherman!frankie morales x bartender!reader) cherry thrill* [lights*] - @hellishjoel (tattoo artist!daddy dom!joel miller x virgin!sub!f!reader) the checklist* [hot & cold* // take my breath away* // what's in the bag*] - @thetriumphantpanda (joel miller x f!reader) your needs, my needs - @/gracieheartspedro (cowboy!joel miller x f!reader)

so sorry this is late :') i was having so many formatting issues lmao. thank you all for sharing your wonderful fics xx

#pascalpvnk fic recs #my talented moots <3 #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters

[cinnamoodles]

a very cozy cafe event

in honor of two hundred followers (!!!) im hosting a cafe event ! - - - - - we’ll have a blast < 3

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🍓 [ strawberry dreams ] — after reading your description of yourself, i will ship you with a character from the fandom of your choice/or a random character !

🍫 [ chocolate ganache ] — send me a prompt of your choice and a character and i will write a drabble or blurb based off what you send! ( 500 words, max )

🍾 [ bubbly soda ] — i will create an ‘Instagram account’ based off of what your account might look like if you were dating/friends with a character you assign !

🍮 [ pudding party ] — assign me a character to create an aesthetic moodboard/profile theme ( your choice )

💌 [ perfect parchment ] — give me a comfort character, who will then write you a love/platonic letter, after you give me some information to include!

🧺 [ picnic tunes ] — tell me your personality and overall music taste and i'll make you a playlist!

🌱 [ fresh greenery ] — i’ll assign you an aesthetic based on your profile and posts, complete with a moodboard and banners!

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CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR marvel — steve rogers, tony stark, thor odinson, natasha romanoff, peter parker (one and three), harry osborn, matt murdock, doctor strange, shang-chi, wanda maximoff, pietro maximoff, loki friggason, bucky barnes, pepper potts, peter quill, scott lang, hope van-dyne, gamora, nebula, jane foster. ( dm me for asking if I have anyone else )

the summer i turned pretty — jeremiah fisher, conrad fisher, steven conklin, belly conklin, cam cameron.

harry potter ( golden era ) — harry potter, draco malfoy, ron weasley, hermione granger, cedric diggory, mattheo riddle, theodore nott, blaise zabini.

harry potter ( marauders era ) — james potter, sirius black, remus lupin, severus snape, lily evans, regulus black.

dc — clark kent, bruce wayne, diana prince, barry allen, hal jordan, dick grayson, jason todd, conner kent, wally west, damian wayne.

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[let-them-read-fics]

Cloud Nine

Pairing: Dami x Fem!8thMember!Reader

Warnings / Misc. -- Smut, Public Sex, A Little Fluff

Word Count: 3,218

Summary: With the next leg of tour in full swing and lots of places to be, you’re inevitably faced with a daunting red eye flight. Dami – paired with you for the ride – attempts to make the best out of a bad situation.

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: The NDA cover that Dami did with Yooh... dear god, does it have a hold on me. Anyways 🤠 I hope you enjoy this piece! Let me know what you think, and don’t forget to drink some water today! :)

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The ambience of planes has never once failed to fascinate you. 

So many people, so many stories, mingling and intersecting for a point in time that some would remember forever and others would rather choose to forget. Children, adults; first time flyers, seasoned vets. Some having the best day of their lives while others were experiencing their worst. 

A bunch of shooting stars converging, waiting to pass one another for what was likely the first and last time. 

With so much… humanity… packed into one space, your mind tended to give into the romantics. It made you feel small, in the grand scheme of things, but just as important all the same. Every unique experience being lived around you could come together to share this one, unifying moment. 

Well, perhaps calling it a “moment” would understate the grueling twelve hour journey you were embarking on…

But regardlessly, within that, you found true beauty. 

-

The thing to break you from your pleasant reverie was the hushed sound of an attendant’s voice over the intercom, providing a time check and announcing that the cart of refreshments would be brought around shortly. 

You peeked out of the window at your side, taking one last look at the velvety night sky before pulling the cover down and turning away. 

Dami’s eyes were shut and her arms were crossed at her chest; she was resting peacefully, just like a majority of the other travelers. The personal lights above everyone’s seats were all dimmed, basking the cabin in comfortable darkness. Some passengers employed the use of the small televisions mounted against the backs of the seats in front of them, and sparse illumination came from others that were on their phones or tablets as well. 

But for the most part, the darkness won out. 

You watched as a few people woke up, some on their own and others prompted by a jab from their friends or family sitting next to them. They wiped the sleep from their eyes and stretched, reaching down to retrieve their wallets from their carry-ons so that they could buy some snacks. 

You pondered for a moment, deciding on whether or not you should wake Dami up. She looked far too comfortable for you to do so and keep a clear conscience, and you knew she needed the rest anyway; the first few stops of the tour had drained her a bit more than she had prepared for. 

So you resolved to buy something for her instead. You already knew the foods that she preferred, after all, and she could eat them whenever she naturally woke up. It was a win-win in your mind.

Upon rifling through your bag and grabbing some of the cash you had stashed away, you took a second to admire her. The curve of her face was visible in the low light, soft and as pretty as always, and a small pout pulled at her lips, making her cheeks puff out slightly. It truly took every ounce of self control you possessed to refrain from poking them; but you prevailed in the end. 

Her chest rose and fell softly, lulled and gentle like waves lapping on a shore. It brought you comfort just seeing her like that, so cozy and peaceful. She deserved every second of it. 

“Miss?” An approaching, hushed voice asked, addressing you. 

You raised your head and were met with a pleasant smile from one of the attendants. The aisle’s sidelights were on at her feet, ensuring that her movements were well guided. 

“Would you like some refreshments?” She pulled the cart into view and pressed a button, turning the lights of it on so that you could see what each tier had to offer. 

You made quick work of choosing and paying, and before long she was quietly thanking you and handing over all of your goodies. Once you successfully got them all and unlocked the small tray attached to the seat in front of you, you pulled it down over your lap and laid everything out to sort. 

A minute or so later, once your work was done, you sat back with a happy sigh and snuck a glance at Dami. 

Although you had failed to notice it in your previously busy state, it became apparent that she had shifted closer to you. She was curled up a little more, and turned on her side, facing you. It awarded you a perfect vantage point for viewing the subtle smile on her lips; clearly whatever she was dreaming about was good, and that made you happy. 

One of her hands had fallen onto the armrest, with her palm upturned towards the ceiling. It peeked out of her sweater paw, tempting you. 

You succumbed to your weakness and reached over, carefully intertwining your fingers with her own. 

She reacted on instinct, still fully asleep; her hand curled into your slightly warmer one, and a quiet noise of contentment left her. She moved closer once again, and before you knew it her head had found its way to your shoulder, nestling there. Her warm breath fanned out across your neck, almost tickling. 

Snacking, you decided, could wait a while. Sleep was creeping up on you, anyway, and moving was no longer an option. 

You eased your head down atop hers and settled a little more in the seat, getting comfortable for the both of you. Your eyes fluttered shut as the smell of her shampoo washed over you, and you gently rubbed your cheek against her soft hair, allowing sleep to begin dragging you under. 

—

When you awoke a few hours later, things in the cabin were slightly busier than before. A few more people had rejoined the world of the conscious, and glimmers of hazy, early morning sunlight attempted to shine their way in through the plane’s oval windows. 

The tray across your lap had been cleared off and returned to its vertical position, providing room for you to comfortably move around and stretch the tension from your muscles. A blanket was draped over your body as well, courtesy of Dami. 

You blinked the sleep from your eyes and lifted your head from her shoulder, finding that somewhere along the way you had traded positions with her. She looked over at you, and her face neared yours in the process. 

“Sleep well, baby?” She smiled sweetly, pushing her glasses up a little higher on the bridge of her nose. 

You nodded, still not fully alert yet. The fog of sleep weighed heavily on your mind and clouded your senses. Perhaps that explained why when you felt something soft and warm against your thigh, tucked away beneath the blanket, you didn’t immediately register it as her hand. 

You peeked over at her illuminated phone screen and discovered that she was in the middle of reading a book. 

“How long have you been up?” The question came out as a groggy mumble.

Judging by the opened bag of gummies tucked away in her seat pocket, you guessed it had been at least a few minutes. You were glad to know that she liked what you got her.

Her lips pursed in thought. “Not long. Maybe half an hour or so.”

“Good. I know you needed it.”

“Yeah?” She grinned. “You were out like a light, too, you know.” 

Your face twisted into an anticipatory grimace at that. “Did I snore?”

Her head shook lightly as she removed her glasses and put them in her bag, and you visibly relaxed. 

“No, sweetheart. But you did get a little fidgety,” she revealed. “I was afraid you were having a nightmare.”

“What made you think that?”

She shot a quick glance around before moving a little closer to you. “Well, for one, you kept saying my name. And it sounded desperate, too, like something big was about to happen.”

Warmth rushed to your cheeks as her explanation sent realization crashing down onto you. 

“And you squirmed in your seat, too,” she continued, seemingly oblivious to your embarrassment. 

“But when I touched you, you stopped.” She shrugged, and the movement caused her hand to move a little. Her knuckles brushed against your center, just light enough to draw your attention. 

“Dami…” you started, before lowering your voice a bit more to spare your own pride, “...I don’t think that was a nightmare.”

When you pulled away enough to get a good look at her face, you witnessed a sinister change take place. 

“No?” She toyed, using the lilt in her voice to further tease you. “What else could it have been, then?” The innocence in her smile disappeared, opting instead to rebrand itself as arrogance. 

“You already know,” you muttered, blushing a little harder and turning your head away. 

Although things in the cabin were more active than before, concealment and deniability were made available by the relative darkness that still remained. It was a decent remedy for your shyness, and you silently thanked your lucky stars for it. 

And, for what it was worth, Dami was making sure to keep her voice hushed and her movements covered. Her aim wasn’t to make this unenjoyable for you; she just simply lived for teasing you every now and again… and she couldn’t deny that the thought of public play with you did something to her. 

“Mmm,” she hummed, unconvinced. “I don’t think I do, jagi. You’ll have to tell me.”

Her hand worked a little higher on your thigh, caressing the sensitive skin there. Hidden desire guided it, leading her to pull your legs apart a little more and grant herself better access. 

But you stopped her, quickly encircling your fingers around her wrist and preventing her from continuing. 

“Don’t start something that we can’t finish.”

She chuckled to herself at that. 

“Who says we can’t?” She asked, entirely serious, as she brought her face near yours again. Her eyes flitted across your features, taking their time to study them before eventually falling to your lips. Her tongue unconsciously poked out and slid across her own. 

“That bathroom is not big enough for us to fuck in.” You asserted.

“I can make you cum right here, Y/N/N. No need to even get up.” She stated lowly, her deep voice full of husky confidence. You drew in a sharp breath at her forwardness, and she noticed the change. 

When you shied away again, she took the opportunity to lean in and press a kiss to your neck. Her lips were pillowy against your sensitive skin – soft enough to tickle, even, had the stifling tension between you been absent. 

Warmth radiated from her, beaconing you closer. She was right there. She wanted you. She could take you in under five minutes, too, probably, considering how worked up you were already becoming. She could make you feel so good…

Who were you to deny yourself something so perfect?

Your grip on her wrist loosened, slowly but surely, as you handed control back over to her and submitted to whatever fate she had planned. 

She kissed the area just below your jawline while simultaneously spreading your legs apart again. Their innocent trembling was obvious – you were inexperienced with sex in this sort of setting – but it only made her smile and fall for you a little more.

"You're precious, jagi," she complimented. "I've got you; don't worry. Just let me help," she coaxed, kissing you again between the words. She switched hands in order to offer a better angle, and you sighed helplessly at the feeling of her fingers fully rubbing up and down your clothed center. 

“Go slow,” you pleaded, briefly peering over her shoulder. 

Relaxed movements would be easier to cover up if you got caught. 

The upturn of her lips against your neck was obvious. “Remember this moment when you’re begging me to speed up,” she teased. 

“Just shut up and fuck me.”

She tutted, “You know, maybe you need another nap–”

“Yubin.” Your voice was sharp, full of warning. The two of you truly bickered like a married couple sometimes. 

“Alright, Y/N/N,” she giggled a little against your skin, and you felt a small smile growing on your face, too, in time with the roll of your eyes. 

Her hand finally slid into your panties, putting distance between your wet skin and the ruined material. When her fingertips parted your folds, she felt just how much arousal awaited her; a quiet, surprised groan slipped out of her mouth at the sensation, and you blushed a little harder in response. She tended to be the quiet type during sex, so even the most subtle of her sounds made your heart pump a bit faster. 

“I knew you’d be wet, but this much?” She whispered breathlessly, sounding amazed as she collected more of your slick and circled your clit with her thumb. She toyed with you, fully enjoying the way your body responded so easily to her. 

“All your fault.” You struggled out. 

Without any further warning, two of her fingers slid into your entrance. 

Your walls fluttered in response, enveloping them in their warmth in an attempt to coax them in further. One of your hands instinctively reached out and tangled in the front of her shirt, pulling her in, and the other grasped helplessly at the armrest that it laid across. 

“Still so tight, Y/N,” she sighed at how soft you were – how smooth. Her fingers pulled out almost completely, curling on their way, before she eased them back in. She wanted so badly to see you spread out, dripping for her; but she settled, opting instead to focus on every little movement and sound you made as her mind filled itself with images.

A slow grind took control of your hips, aiming to lessen the ache. The motion brought her palm into contact with your swollen clit, and when she noticed, she decided to help. She rubbed it, applying a delicious kind of pressure that made your legs shake a little. 

Her free hand grabbed your chin and turned your head, forcing you to look at her. Through the dark, she watched your brows knit together in pleasure. Before you had the chance to bite your lip, you felt hers sliding across it, trapping it between her own. 

She kissed you passionately, greedily swallowing up the moan that you let out into her mouth and adding the smallest bit of speed to her movements. 

The seat made a squeak beneath you – a product of your grinding growing sloppy. Your fingers weakly tightened in her shirt as you fought your inhibitions; it felt too good to stop or slow down, but you ran the risk of selling yourselves out at this rate. 

She bit your lip and pulled away, allowing you a moment to breathe. 

“Yu–”

Her name cut off abruptly in your throat when her fingers went even deeper, brushing up against your most sensitive spot in the process. Your thighs clamped around her hand in a desperate attempt to keep her in place and prevent her from slipping away.

“Fuck,” she cursed harshly. “You’re doing so well, baby.”

You pulsed around her at that, and both of you felt it. Sensuality ruled her every move, commanding them just as she commanded your body; but beyond it – beyond that languid, brewing passion – a real sense of need reigned supreme. She was just as desperate to get you to your high as you were to reach it. 

Nothing was capable of turning her on as much as watching you come undone for her. The idea alone added a certain, sudden roughness to her movements that had your stomach flipping in excitement. 

A kind of turbulence that you never wanted to end. 

“Just a–” you sighed, biting back another moan, “...a little more. I’m getting close.”

She took your plea as an order, not stopping for a second. It was hard to restrain herself, but she fought against her more primal urge to pound into you. The tenderness was a nice change, she supposed, as you turned your head further to the side and the warm, flushed skin of your cheek pressed to hers. Your every subsequent whimper and whine traveled right to her ear – the most alluring kind of music.

How could you be so perfect?

“Come on, pretty girl. Make a mess for me.” She commanded lowly, feeling you teeter on the edge of ecstasy. The blanket barely covered her wanton ministrations now. 

Somewhere ahead, further up the aisle, a man stood up from his seat. You could see it through the tiny gaps in between the chairs – small flashes of motion that indicated he was turning your way. 

It sent an icy streak of panic through you, but, oddly, your body couldn’t stop. Though your mind was pleading to wait – to still Dami’s hand until the potential crisis was averted – your desire overruled it. You grabbed her wrist again, encouraging her to quicken her pace. 

She raised a brow, looking between you and the approaching man. He was on his way to the restroom that resided a few rows behind you, she deduced. 

“Baby…”

“Just keep going,” you whined, trembling. 

She nodded and obediently followed your instructions. 

Though being caught wasn’t something you necessarily wanted, the thrill of it brought on an undeniably arousing kind of shame. 

Dami’s red cheeks would sell you out immediately, despite the futile excuse her kiss-bitten lips would still attempt to make. Your flushed skin and mussed clothes would further incriminate you, only worsened by her hand in your pants. 

Truly, the risky environment excited you far more than you cared to admit. To know that she wanted you so badly in that moment that she didn’t care who knew – who saw – pushed you further and further towards the edge. 

The passenger grew increasingly closer – now just a matter of a two or three rows away as he tiredly shuffled his way down the narrow walkway. He greeted a stray few people all the while, bidding them hello. 

Dami leaned into you, pressing her lips to your neck. She kissed and sucked at the skin just below your pulsepoint, leaving a mark for you to admire later. She sped up her movements inside of you and eagerly rubbed your aching clit.

“Yubin, I’m–” you struggled out, tightly shutting your eyes. 

“Cum, baby,” she directed. 

Unable to hold out any longer, you let yourself go, falling into paradise. You sunk your teeth into her shoulder to muffle your whines, and she herself moaned at the sensation. 

The man passed by mere seconds after, obliviously nodding in your direction as his eyes sought yours in the dark. 

Your body was still tingling as it recovered from the high of your orgasm.

“Morning, ladies,” he said. 

“Morning,” you both responded in unison, sounding so out of breath it made you laugh together afterward. 

Once he had officially disappeared, you kissed the bite mark on Dami's shoulder as a silent way of apologizing. She smiled as she eased her fingers out of you, making more of a mess in your panties on the way. 

“Told you I could get you off,” she whispered through a grin, and kissed your cheek. 

You’d never been quite so grateful for the dark. 

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